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I am agitated, pacing the floor with my skin prickling. I’m thinking of you and I am hungry for you, and constantly remembering; the night I lay in your bed, curled into your back to spoon you, allowing my hands free access to roam.
The memories come to me, though I rarely ask for them; the day I tried to swallow your shaft, gripping your sweet, spankable ass cheeks, the perfection of trailing my lips up your hard thighs and caressing you with my tongue, nuzzling and breathing you in. The memories comfort and assault making me hate when we’re apart even more than is usual.
My thoughts are too inflamed and tumultuous. I cannot handle this heated torment another second, so I get up to make coffee, mumbling, “Need caffeine by the truckload,” and then pace the kitchen floor, waiting for it to brew.
I am walking for lack of any other release. My fingers long to touch and wrap around your long, thick manhood, trying to memorize you indelibly, from my fingertips to my wanting, greedy palms. I can still feel the handfuls that made me spread my fingers just to cup your full, firm balls.
Finally I shake my head clear and check the coffee pot. Why is everything taking too long? Everything in my life is hurry up and wait!
My home is too small to contain my anxious person and defiant thoughts. The last cock shot was the last straw. I need you right here right now! I bolt angrily from the house to go walk it off.
Heading out onto the beach, the moon is punctuated by high clouds drifting across the night sky. I break into a sprint and cover a quarter mile before I am winded. Stopping to catch my breath, I bend spontaneously and my hands land on my knees. The feel of your steely shaft returns to me. Your iron cock is burning hot, hard, and ready, as though forged in fire. “Stop it! Don’t think,” I scream my impotent aggravation into the salt-sea air, “Walk it off! Go!”
I begin again as midnight waves pound the shore with an oddly satisfying Rush, whoosh, and smack. For a moment, I am mesmerized, and I pause to watch the sea claim the sand dragging it back to the ocean. Claiming its own love no doubt.
Again I shake the thoughts from my mind and focus on running. Another mile passes before I drop to the sand exhausted. For a long moment, I realize I have been trying to outrun my own thoughts, but your words return to me as though you are whispering them to me right now. “You’re mine.” Rush, whoosh, smack.
I close my eyes letting your voice blend with the waves and the sounds I’ve grown to love. Your mine. Rush, whoosh, smack, and I spread my fingers to feel the forceful ocean reclaiming its own. Water and sand trickle through my fingers, lulling me into sleep with its perfect cadence. Rush, whoosh and smack. You’re mine. You’re mine. Rush, whoosh, smack. Mine. Only mine.
The call of a night bird wakes me and you are instantly in mind. I open my eyes to take stock of my surroundings.
The moon is behind thick clouds now, the beach is still deserted, and daylight is nowhere near. Rush, whoosh and smack. I need you so badly it hurts and I don’t relish the walk back feeling like this.
Instead, I turn to lay on my back and ease my zipper down, listening hard for anything nearby. Then I push my jeans off and bend at the knees, enjoying the feel of a summer breeze caressing my nether regions. Rush, whoosh and smack.
Conjuring your naked body in mind, I close my eyes and slide my fingertips down my abdomen in between my legs. You’re mine. Rush, whoosh, smack. Your voice commands me; a distant whisper that is ever present in me. Just hearing you sends my thighs up in flames as I stroke my hot needy clitoris. Rush, whoosh and smack.
With you, I am brazen under cover of darkness. I long to feel your weight on top of me and the picture of us is instant, too easily returning to me as I try to ease my own wanton desires. Rush, whoosh, smack.
The first touch is an electric spark and I imagine your strong, masterful hands stroking me with one finger and plunging the other into my aching wetness. I’m on fire for you and I need your completion. I am twisting and writhing as you tear off your swim trunks and drive your sword straight into my molten center. Rush, whoosh, smack.
A cry escapes me, blending into the night sounds. Rush, whoosh, smack. You’re mine now. You were made to be mine, and you slam your iron need into me harder, making me whimper but not ending this sweet torture. Rush, whoosh, smack.
“Say it and I’ll give you release,” you taunt, pulling your hard length back so I am barely clinging to the tip of your cock. Rush, whoosh, smack.
For a moment, I am defiant but I imagine your stare. You hold my gaze with your own, waiting for my surrender. Rush, whoosh, smack.
In another moment, I collapse in fiery, urgent need as you drive your iron cock into me harder than you ever have, and in the moment before you steal my breath, I whisper, I’m yours. Brand me your own.”
Finally, you slam into me harder and faster until orgasm claims us, sending both of us tumbling into ecstasy, and my cunt is throbbing hard around your staff, jumping and throbbing in my wet sheath and spilling your seed into me. Rush, whoosh, smack.
When I am satiated and no longer trembling I open my eyes again, knowing that I am safe in the night, restored in loving you and in sharing ultimate release, exchanging energy that lends me strength.
Finally, I am strong enough to wash and frolic in the waves, to face the long walk back, and to endure the time and space between us, ever hungry.
Rush, whoosh, smack.
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Slowly, I am dragging the tip of my hot tongue up the beast, lightly suckling until I can nuzzle your balls while I kneel between your thighs. You are harder than I knew you could be and I want to linger here, breathing hotly against your erection as I explore and learn you again.
You are urging me to quicken the pace, but I have you trapped exactly where I want you, kissing and suckling your balls, stroking your cock, and memorizing you with my lips and tongue.
I am tasting, titillating, and lingering overlong, knowing that you cannot pull away, and loving this sweet torment because it was so very hard won.
I move to find the best position in which to stroke you lightly with the tips of my fingers, scalding a trail on your skin and building a desirous tempest. I tighten my hand around your hard length as I suck your full, firm balls into my hungry mouth.
You drive your hands into my hair, shaking with desire, and I am loathe to let this moment change, but cannot stop myself. I increase suction of my wanting lips as I stroke you harder and faster, but change incrementally to unbalance what you expect.
This is a battle of wills and I intend to be victorious, so I lick, stroke, and nip at your nerves of steel and powerful resolve, silently assuring myself, I will break your stubborn concentration.
The aching dampness between my thighs is nearly more than I can stand. I need your fulfillment, but more than that, I want to tattoo you; to bruise and brand you with bruises and tiny nips to your marble strength.
Holding your erection with one hand, I am moving my lips and tongue up and down your growing girth, sucking hard and then softly, quickening and then moving with maddening slowness; tasting, kissing, fondling, and feeling your balls and butt cheeks with the other.
You’re trembling with need, longing for release, but I grip your the perfect curve of your ass with both hands and spank you hard, showing you no mercy, as I battle your obstinate will. I am trying to shove you past your determined precipice to send you reeling into ecstasy, when suddenly your emotional armor begins to fail.
I have been aching for this moment, when I feel your tenacious grip slip and I move to wrap my tongue around your rampant desire, sliding skillfully up your strong shaft, branding you with my lips all the way down to your soul.
Just as you reach the end of your control, I pull you to me hard and tilt my head back to feel the entire thick length of you pulsing in my throat, and I swallow hard against the last of your aching erection, spasming within the tight confines there, and adding the element of pressure to the last of your orgasm.
When I have drained you entirely, I curl into your muscled arms, softly breathing, “I love you” against your hard chest and close my eyes. Both of us have finally found release, assurance and fulfillment, to dream of until I wake you in the morning.
“Good night, my Bit,” you whisper, and the love in your voice ushers me into sleep, filled with assurance that it is all I need to make my life whole and complete.
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